In the Holy Scriptures, the prophet Nathan rebuked King David for his crimes. In Ambazonia, Bishop Nkea blesses King Biya for his. Instead of confronting the Pharaohs of Yaoundé, our clergy now dine at their tables — toasting “national unity” while refugees rot in camps across Nigeria.
By The Independentist Investigative Desk
In times of oppression, truth hides not in cathedrals but in the cries of the poor. Yet today, the cathedrals of Ambazonia have become chambers of denial — their incense masking the smell of burning homes, their hymns drowning out the sound of gunfire. At the head of this holy masquerade stands Bishop Andrew Nkea, the Archbishop who kneels before Caesar while the children of God lie in shallow graves.
The Gospel According to Silence
Bishop Nkea once promised to be a voice of peace.
Instead, he has become the patron saint of ambiguity, preaching “reconciliation” while absolving a genocidal regime. He tells the world there is no genocide in Southern Cameroons — that it is only “a conflict between brothers.” But Bishop Nkea does not live in Guzang, where the smoke from burned homes still hangs like judgment in the air. He does not bury the dead in Bali, or wash the blood off the church walls in Ndu. He does not cradle the raped women in Bafut or listen to the orphans in Ekona asking why the soldiers who killed their parents were blessed by a man in a cassock. If he did, he would never say there is no genocide. He would know that the blood of God’s people does not evaporate under liturgical perfume.
When the Church Marries the State
In the Holy Scriptures, the prophet Nathan rebuked King David for his crimes. In Ambazonia, Bishop Nkea blesses King Biya for his. Instead of confronting the Pharaohs of Yaoundé, our clergy now dine at their tables — toasting “national unity” while refugees rot in camps across Nigeria. The Bible says, “Woe unto the shepherds who feed themselves and not the flock.” But these shepherds have traded their crooks for microphones and their faith for fame. How can a bishop claim to serve Christ and yet defend the crucifiers of his people? How can a man of God see mass graves and call it “politics”? If this is holiness, then Judas deserves a cathedral.
The Betrayal of the Cross
The hypocrisy of the clergy is not new — but in the Ambazonian genocide, it has reached a historic depth. They preach “love” but refuse to name “evil.” They host “prayer breakfasts” with those who bomb villages at night and kneel for communion by morning. They call for “peace” but fear the truth more than they fear God.
The Church was once the conscience of nations — today it has become a public relations wing of oppression. Bishop Nkea and his colleagues — Agbor Balla, Dr. Nick Ngwanyam, Simon Munzu, Rev. Fonki — have turned moral cowardice into theology. They prefer applause from Yaoundé to salvation for their people.
The Blood Will Speak
Every murdered child in Mamfe is now a prophet.
Every raped mother in Widikum is now a preacher.
Every burned church in Ekok is now a testimony. You can deny their suffering from your pulpits, but heaven has already recorded your silence.
You can wash your hands before the cameras, but the water will turn to blood — just like Pilate’s.
To Bishop Nkea and the band of moral acrobats who claim there is no genocide: you are standing on the wrong side of history and the wrong side of the gospel. The people you betrayed are the true church — barefoot, hungry, and holy. And when this storm is over, the ruins of Ambazonia will bear witness that it was not the sinners who failed God — it was His priests.
By The Independentist — Truth Before Comfort, Justice Before Dialogue.
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